• Author: Various
• Editor: Heinnemann, Robert D.
• Newspaper: The Eastern Echo volume 2
• Page Number:
• Date: 06 Summer 1957
• Tags:
  poetry

The Storm by JESSE BURCH

Before my barred and granite window I stood wrapped wm sorrow deep Before my barred and granite window I contemplated eternal sleep

Restlessly I sought the courage Before my barred and granite sill To end my torment, end my sorrow One last look to last until .......

Suddenly a brilliant flashing Int my cubicle as day Momentarily exposing ..... Skies of dark and dismal gray

Reverberating, deafening thunder Swelling winds that moaned and hummed Inke an wnstrument of heaven Swift and violently strummed

Tortured trees, defenceless, writhing Just as I in helpless woe Limbs atwist, angushed, pleading In agony swayed to and fro

Long I stood before my window Transfixed by scenes that awed my soul. In my heart a storm was raging Pounding drums that pitched and rolled

Raindrops hurled m maddened fury A mighty tempest rode its peak Through my barred and granite window I witnessed God in heaven speak

Silently there came the dawning With it sweet and soothing rest Ravished trees stood imp and weary Having ’dured the strictest test

Before my barred and granite window I knelt there in enrapt release Inke the storm my doubts were over Alas! my heart had found its peace

Autumn Leaves by HARRY W. JOHNSON

Autumn leaves, tinted by the breath of the Creator, make only brief im- pressions upon the mind of the viewer .... but the truth of ther ex- istence and the depth of their beauty are engraved upon the altar of the soul eternally ... And like those autumn leaves, a gift from the heart is a treasure of such value that only the soul can estimate the worth and appreciate the depth of tts beauty.

Mistakes by THOMAS WILLIAMS

No life is barren of mistakes No heart devoid of pain The point is shall our efforts be Ne’er stumble so again We have our senses, heart and soul But strength we must attain To battle weakness, tooth and nail Nor, make that err again Perhaps at times we falter in, the everlasting fight Yet af the mind is willing, we keep our goal wn sight To say that we are sorry is a flimsy thing indeed Still it is a beginmng toward, that humility we need.

The Personal Touch by WILLIAM DIGGS

God grant me the power to accept the thing that I cannot change, yet rea- lize that change is needed.

POETRY Selected by JESSE BURCH